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Thread: Emmeline Vance & Lily Evans location: leaky cauldron

emmeline sat herself down on the creaky bench, her gaze captivated on the that girl was moving about seamlessly, her own gaze drawn to the clock that was ticking away, she had hold on to the ounce of patience that was buried deep and waited. three -- two -- one -- “i’m here for you” she shouted, lookers be damned as she jumped up, smile bright as the sunny day waiting for them, her nose wrinkling at the boy by the bar, smirking as if it was meant for him, “not you, i’m here for the ginger”

there was nothing comforting about the blasted ray of sunshine that had her eyes fluttering open -- should it be painful to open your eyes? emmeline would say no, but here she was with a blinding headache -- this hangover was going to be her hell. 

“oh, for the love of godric” she groaned as she tried to sit up, her side was on fire and the fact that she felt someone against her back nearly had her terrified to turn, but the sight of ginger hair had her exclaiming in relief -- 

“lily” she muttered, trying to pry the girl away from slumber land just to be met with a grumble and a still very much sleeping girl, “lily evans” she repeated, her tone annoyingly screeching with a purpose -- the girl sat up right quickly and if she wasn’t in a world of pain, she might have felt a tad guilty. “what in merlin’s name happened last night?” she questioned, willing her body to shuffle out of the bed, she doubt the ginger with her face buried in her hands had answers for her, but the fact that she was clutching her side had her curious -- 

“oi, tell me we didn’t --” eyes wide, alarmed as she realized that the stinging felt familiar-- that she had felt this pain once before when she had gotten the sunflowers etched along her ribs, lifting her shirt carefully -- she snuck a peak at the lilies that were added carefully around the sunflowers -- her lips stretched into an o as she realized her drunk arse had truly done the unthinkable. 

“i don’t hate it --” she muttered, comforting gaze on lily as she wondered what was now engraved on her body, “i hope it’s peonies and not vancey pants --” there were worse things out there than a tattoo celebrating one of her favourite people. 

send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

‘you can’t just leave her alone, franklin --’ his mum had scorned him rather harshly, leaving him bewildered, he had just gone to fetch them some drinks and here he was already being harked on his date mannerisms. maybe his mum had a point -- he had already lost her. 

“oh rowena” he grumbled, a polite smile fixed at his lips as he nodded politely to those he was passing by, never lingering too long for a chat, he would rather find his brunette, “there you are --” he sighed, relief coursing through him, “at this rate - i’m going to have to chain myself to you” he huffed, eyes widening slightly alarmed with how that sounded and she still didn’t know him that well  --

“it was a joke -- mum had her lecture ready in her arson” his gaze dropping to hers just to see that she was looking up at, “oh --” his own cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of the mistletoe -- he wanted to ignore the nearby hooting and hollering, but as he caught her attention - he already knew what he was going to do. 

lips gently brushing against her forehead, before dropping close to her ear to whisper, “that counts, doesn’t it?” hearty chuckle, “i don’t want our first kiss to be a spectacle, we might not be able to control much, but that will be ours --” he promised, a certain twinkle in his gaze as he finally handed her the drink. 

"it feels like forever” a eight year old molly prewett grumbled in utter disdain, face buried in fabian’s jumped as she refused to let him go. 

molly  -- she could her mum chiding, trying her best to be patient, “promise you’ll write?” pout tugging at her lips as she peered up at him, she could feel the tears gathering in her eyes but she refused to let a single one shed in his presence. she could hear his soft reassurances - the encouraging smile at his lips that she adored as she promised to keep mum and dad busy while the two of them away, “alright” she huffed with a finality that took even her by surprise as she let him go. she could feel her parents wrap their arms around her as they saw fabian and gideon get on the train, waving as she allowed the tears to finally fall -- it was only till june, she could survive till then. 

Thread: Frank Longbottom & Alice Martin Location: The Martin Residence 

he had adjusted his tie too many times to count, fingers nimble from the frustration that tugged at him with the unknown. it was ideal -- that was how his mum had even started the conversation, alice martin was the ideal girl for him, the right one. as selfish as it was -- he wasn’t entirely upset. he barely had time to say hello to a friend let alone date and here he was with a date ready to go on his arm - that was if he could will himself to knock on her door.